I was really scared by the actions of this kimono woman.

I have a bit of historical knowledge and know that black teeth are a kind of disguise for ancient Japanese women, but how wrong I look at this scene. A woman with a face as white as paper, with red lips, suddenly bared her teeth, revealing a mouth full of black teeth, and remained motionless after posing for a long time, like postmodern style performance art.

At this time, I don't want to say how terrible it is, but I feel uncomfortable in my heart, and my diaphragm responds. Inexplicable people, make inexplicable movements. The atmosphere of the whole room has an indescribable demonic spirit.

The woman bared her teeth for a moment, slowly closed her mouth, slowly stood up, and walked out the side door with small steps.

I was silently estimating the time, for fear that I would reach the limit of my lung capacity and not know it. I had a terrible feeling that I was immersed in this illusion, and I couldn't feel anything strange about my body in reality. That is, even if I suffocate to death in the real world, I will continue to experience it in the illusion. When the time comes, I don't know when I'm going to die.

What happens if I want to go back after my limit? My consciousness is still there, and my body is dead.

The limit is two minutes, and thirty seconds have passed since I entered this door, according to this time scale, how long has it been in reality?

I made up my mind to wait a little longer, and if the situation was still so out of tune, I would hurry back. Don't die here for no apparent reason.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the side door open, and there was the sound of squeaking and turning, rubbing against the ground, and actually pushing a medical bed from the outside. This type of bed is commonly used in hospitals, with four wheels underneath. There was a man lying flat on the bed, covered with a white sheet, which was very short, covering only the center of the body, revealing his legs and hands.

This person is the kimono woman just now, who has been washed away at this time, and her face is thin. She was naked, her breasts were high, and her black hair was scattered around the bed. Pushing the bed were two men in gray robes. The gray robe is not a monk, and the cuffs of his arms are unusually wide, almost mopping the floor. The two of them wore old hair in old buns, and their faces were blurred, like two gray shadows.

The bed was pushed into the middle of the clearing, and two gray-robed men stood beside each other with their hands down. My heart trembled, and I had a faint feeling that the main drama was about to begin.

The room was filled with a faint smell of grease, which was supposed to be from the incense burner. The white smoke in this clearing is misty, and all the qiē is hazy, and it looks like there is a very special artistic conception.

I resisted the urge to go back and watched quietly. The room was quiet, and the status quo was maintained. More than a dozen black-robed people sat in the corner, and there was a medical bed parked in the open space in front of them, on the bed lay a woman who didn't know whether she was alive or dead, and two gray-robed people stood to the side in a daze, the aroma of the room was rolling.

I waited a little longer, the room was still like this, and I thought to myself to fuck it, I don't wait, I'll go back now.

Consciousness began to dissipate, I felt chills all over my body, and the feeling of my lungs constricting me was stimulating, and I was going back. At this moment, the scene suddenly changed, and two people in white coats entered through the side door.

My mind moved, my will suddenly strengthened, and the uncomfortable feeling in my body disappeared suddenly. I made up my mind not to leave again, and we'll see. It's not easy to get to this point, and if you do it all over again, you'll have to start all over again.

The two white coats picked up the incense burner from the ground and circled around the medical bed. Sticks of white smoke drifted from the cracks in the lid of the incense burner, and as they went, a few thin smoke trails dragged out of the air, and the scene was very eerie.

After a few turns, they put the incense burner on the ground, then stood next to the medical bed, staring closely at the woman lying on it.

This kind of scene is a bit like what kind of ceremony is held, it is so strange that I can't see the clue at all. The air in the room seemed to freeze, and I don't know how long it took for me to suddenly notice something was wrong.

At some point, there was a faint smell in the room. The stench wasn't strong, and it felt wet to the smell, like a mist of water soaked in the liquid of the carrion. It's uncomfortable. It's kind of disgusting.

My eyes fell on the medical bed, and I was suddenly surprised to find that the woman on the bed was covered with spots at some point. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but think of my brother Luo Ermi, who had red spots all over his body after he got that kind of disease. The spots on the skin of the woman in front of me were each very large, dark red, very rich, and a little different from the spots on my second brother's body.

The woman had been lying there, motionless, and the spots had come out of nowhere. As soon as my mind moved, my whole body immediately chilled, damn it, this can't be a corpse spot, right?

I stared at the woman, and she was slowly rotting. First there were corpse spots, then the skin swelled and began to seep corpse water, and the puddles of water trickled down the edge of the bed. If a person is to decay into this kind of process, even if it is in a high temperature state, it will not decompose so quickly. The scene of the female corpse in front of her was like turning the clock out, and she was decomposing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don't know how long it took, but the room was filled with a strong, thick rancid smell that even the incense burner couldn't suppress the smell.

The woman on the bed had decomposed into a giant, and the whole corpse had swelled into a behemoth. The face is dark purple and swollen, the eyeballs bulge, the lips are thick and fat turned out, and the face is distorted and deformed, which is really impossible to see. The two white coats took off the white sheets from the female corpse and threw it on the ground, exposing the whole corpse like a rotten sack soaked in deep water for a long time.

Although I couldn't see the faces of the men in black around me, I could feel that they were in the same shock and fear as I was.

The atmosphere of the room was so enchanting, and the walls were hung with beautiful paintings of rich colors, which contrasted with the highly decomposed black corpse in front of me.

The two lab coats began to move, and one of them picked up a tray from under the medical bed with various tools on it. The other picked up the scalpel from the tray, slowly walked over to the female corpse's head, crouched down, and slowly cut the top of the rotting head with the knife.

A strong stream of corpse water spurted out of the wound and flowed down the scalpel, but the man did not care at all and continued to cut.

The room was quiet, no one spoke, and it was really a needle that could be heard. I watched with bated breath and completely forgot about my situation.

The two white coats cooperate very well, cutting here, and handing over the next tool over there. This is a slender iron skewer, the squatting white coat took this skewer, slowly reached into the cut wound on the top of the female corpse's head, and played with it carefully, as if there was something hidden in the female corpse's head, and he was looking for it very carefully.

After a while, he made a gesture, put the plate aside with the white coat holding the tray, and pulled out another camera from under the medical bed. He picked up the camera and pointed it at the female corpse, twisting the lens in front of the camera back and forth to focus.

Two people, one squatting and playing with the iron skewers, the other standing next to the bed and taking pictures with a camera. I looked at it for a while and found a pattern. The white coat that took the photo was not taken blindly, but waited for the signal to play with the white coat. They seem to be doing something, fiddling with it for a while, and then taking a picture. The whole process is very rigorous.

The camera took one picture and immediately came out, and after a while, four or five photos were taken. The white coat that was playing with the iron skewers stood up, took off the rubber gloves in his hand, and took the photos and looked at them. Then, he walked slowly towards us with these pictures.

My whole body suddenly froze, my body stiffened a little, and I could feel that the people in black around me were very nervous.

The white coat unfolded the picture in his hand, as if for us to see. I rubbed my eyes and looked closely, and the first and second photos showed clear corpses. And from the third one, the content on the photo has changed a bit.

On top of the corpse, it seemed to be covered with a faint white mist. This white haze does not appear in the first two photos. I watched the whole process of taking pictures, and I didn't see anyone leading the fog towards the corpse. In other words, there is only one explanation for this layer of white mist, and that is that it grows from the inside of the corpse.

I swallowed my saliva, it's so evil, why did the corpse evaporate white mist?

When it comes to the fourth photo, it is even more outrageously evil. Those white mist gradually condensed and formed, and it seemed to be a person. The cold eyes looked like a translucent white mist man lying on top of a rotting female corpse.

The last one, the fifth photo, I almost didn't die of scare after I saw it.

The white figure had materialized, facing upwards, lying on top of the female corpse. It was a pale and eyeless woman, her whole face was thin and long, her eyes were hollow, and the most terrifying thing was the mouth, which was wide open, as if she was opening it with all her might, like a scream, and like a scream.

I suddenly understood that this white figure was the soul of a rotting female corpse! The two white coats are indeed doing a solid job, and they seem to stimulate a certain organ in the dead person's brain through guò, which can release the soul. The spirit is not visible to the naked eye, but it can be recorded by taking a photograph of it.

The white coat put away the photo, waved his hand, and the two gray-robed people who had been standing there pushed the female corpse on the medical bed out of the side door. The clearing is still empty, and I haven't recovered until now, and the qiē just now is a nightmare.

It didn't take long for him to hear the creaking sound outside the door, and he pushed another medical vehicle. The person lying on the bed has been replaced, replaced by a man. He was naked, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, covered with a white sheet.

As soon as I saw this man, I almost jumped in surprise. He's who, Copper Lock?!